Rowan's Journey to Manhood

In the previous chapters…

Rowan, a pale guy with many sexual inhibitions due to the abuse he suffered in the past, embarks in a long journey to a mature sexuality, helped by the men and boys living in a big house named “The Cove”. Charlie, a 19 y.o. playful boy, teaches him the joyful side of sex. Barry, an oversexed worker who looks alike Rowan’s abusive stepfather, scares him. Kale, a Hawaiian school counselor, shows him the tender, healing power of love. Beau, the blond leader of the Cove, experiments Rowan’s ‘power’ to block a man’s ejaculation until he begs to cum. Hendrick, the house young cook, lets Rowan discover how sweet and pleasurable can be anal sex when, after many years, the guy yields his ass to the redheaded boy. The wise Native American Wahkan teaches to Rowan how to trust another man and senses that the guy holds a great power in him. Rowan seems to come from another century, and reveals to his friends that his only school had been the old movies showed at Paul’s cinema. He then discovers the pleasure of submission during a hot bondage session with Kale. Rick explains that the Cove is a sort of shelter for all the men and the boys, including Beau. The day after, Beau reveals to Rowan the tragedy he hides in his heart and talks about the young stableman Jordan, his first love, who took his life after being raped by Joe, the black gardener, as per Beau’s father order. One night Beau, masterfully mixing love and dominance, helps Rowan overcome his greatest fears: surrendering to an older man and staying indoors after sunset. Kale’s jealousy explodes. In a restless night, the Hawaiian remembers the French Riviera and Paris, where Beau made him embrace his true nature. In a last, risky attempt to save their love, Beau flies with Kale to Scotland, to Applecross House; there, they rekindle their love, helped by Brennan, a young valet that inspires such a deep affection to Beau that he takes him as his boy. Rowan is offered the unexpected chance to take revenge on his hatred stepfather by giving a furious fuck to Barry, but his satisfaction is short-lived, as he's involved in a terrible accident that temporarily impairs his ability to speak. Through a mind connection, Chayton “meets” Rowan’s Daddy and understands how deeply Rowan craved for his love... and maybe for something else. Making love to Brennan, Rowan fights and wins the fear of having inherited his daddy cruelty. Later, in a pitch-dark room, Rowan has a special “now-or-never moment” with Barry, who talk about his past life as a married man and receives an excruciating act of devotion from the guy. Alex and Barry rescue a black homeless and his boy from a gang of homophobic thugs and bring them to the Cove.

Synopsys

The hot tub becomes even hotter, as Chayton (alone, and then helped by Kale) feels and acts as a manly alpha-stud. Jorell and LaShawn arrive at the Cove, and we have another voyeuristic glimpse at their private, tormented sexuality. But Jorell hides something in his heart: something that even his boy can't understand. Who is Jorell? Is he friend or foe?

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≈ FRIEND OR FOE? ≈

~ Relax ~

Chayton climbed down the stairs and landed to the empty living room. The whole house was unusually silent. Wahkan had gone out to pay a visit to an old friend and all the other men and boys were at Rice-Duncan Mansion, to make an inspection of the place, so to plan its renovation.

Being alone in the big house gave to Chayton a weird sensation, he felt his skin tingle and his dick twitch. The entire Cove was his to do whatever he wanted…

«The spa!» – he thought, excited. The Cove was equipped with a small spa, with a massage table and a large Jacuzzi; officially, the spa was open to anyone, though the boys instinctively considered it reserved to the men. But now there was no man in the house…

The boy went to the spa, got naked, turned on the air jets to max and sank into the hot water with a loud sigh of pleasure. He wanted to relax and think to nothing. The warm water made him feel so good! He sat in a corner, closed his eyes and relaxed, enjoying the strong massage provided by the air jets.

He felt completely relaxed. The warm massage made his entire body go limp… except for one part: the powerful air jets were tickling his inner thighs, his balls and cock so deliciously that soon he had a raging erection. Keeping his eyes closed, Chayton caressed his own chest, feeling his muscles and tickling his nipples, and then his hands slowly slid down, past the abs, and closed around his manhood.

He played for a short while with himself, stroking his cock and massaging his balls, but soon he placed again his hands on the border of the tub and stood still, enjoying the sensual massage provided by the air jets. He didn’t want to jack off, he didn’t feel the need to relieve his sexual tension. He loved to feel that tension, it made him feel… a man.

In that moment, immersed to the hips in the hot bubbling water, with his eyes closed, his muscles relaxed and the tip of his cock proudly emerging above the rippling surface, he felt confident, a sexually charged male, and a contented smile spread on his face.

~ A bathing stud ~

Beau parked his car in front of the Cove and looked at Kale, sitting on the passenger seat. “Thank you buddy” – he said – “You were right, I had to enter the stable and see the very place where Jordan took his life. For years I’ve run away from the pain, but it was useless. I had to face it, let the pain flow through me and drain my tears. I could have never done it without you by my side, Kale…”

The counselor kissed the blond boss on the cheek and smiled at him; he didn’t say anything, because nothing had to be said. They got off the car and entered the house. Beau said: “I’m going to take a nap, I feel exhausted” and went upstairs. Kale sat on a couch and felt his tension finally release a bit: it wasn’t easy for him to support Beau in that hard moment.

He stood up and went to the gym, stripped to his underwear in the locker room and headed to the spa, feeling the need to relax in the Jacuzzi. He heard the air pumps humming and got closer silently, so not to disturb whoever was inside. He peeked through the door and saw Chayton, with his eyes closed, relaxing into the hot tub.

Kale stared for a moment at the guy’s firm upper body, the cock head proudly peeking out of the water and the contented, confident expression on his face and realized, with a little surprise, that he was not looking at a boy, but at a man. A young, confident and… sexy man. And the hint of street boy looks that Chayton had kept since his difficult early teenage years only added to his charm.

The Hawaiian stripped naked and silently entered the spa, stood for a moment near the hot tub, admiring through the water the manly pose of the guy’s spread legs and said in a low voice: “May I join you?”

Chayton open his eyes and gasped: “Oh! I’m sorry sir… I didn’t think you might need the spa!”.  He looked to his crotch and realized he was fully hard and blushed: “I… I…”.  He started to stand up, trying to cover his manhood, but Kale winked seductively and said: “No, stay, please! This tub is so large that one can feel lonely…”.  The counselor entered the hot water and sat next to the speechless guy; looking at his eyes, he moved a hand underwater and placed it on the guy’s inner thigh. Chayton stifled a gasp and looked down to his legs; he couldn’t see Kale’s hand through the bubbling water surface, but could definitely feel it caressing sensually his thigh, moving up, brushing his skin.

He felt Kale’s fingers sneaking behind his balls and tensed, afraid that he might want to finger-fuck him… as a prelude to a proper fuck, what else? He liked Kale and would give him whatever he wanted, of course; and he liked to be fucked, to tell the truth, but he constantly struggled to assert his manliness, to assume a more dominant role, and it was quite hard for him to do so, at the Cove…

But Kale’s fingers didn’t delve into his ass crack; instead, they caressed the ball sac and then circled the base of his hard cock. Chayton tensed and blushed again and Kale said in a soft voice: “Maybe you preferred to relax in the tub alone…”

“Oh, no sir!” – he hastened to say – “I like staying here with you, but… but… I mean… you must be used to much bigger cocks than mine, sir…”

“In other words…” – Kale giggled, slowly stroking the guy’s dick – “…you are calling me a cock-hungry slut!”.  Chayton almost jumped out of the water: “No, no, sir!!” – he exclaimed, ashamed – “I… didn’t mean… I meant that Beau and Barry have such big cocks, and I… I…”.  “I was joking, Chayton” – Kale said smiling wide – “and anyway, to tell the truth… I’m a bit of a cock-hungry slut, after all!”

He giggled again and was happy to see a timid smile spreading on the boy’s face. Still wanking slowly the boy’s dick, the counselor added: “And I don’t see anything wrong with your beautiful dick, anyway…”.  Of course, he did know that Chayton’s cock, with his six inches or so in length was not as massive as Beau’s or Barry’s, but he didn’t want the boy to be insecure about his manhood, that in any case was nothing to be ashamed for.

“I wish it could be a little bigger than this, sir…” – Chayton replied, embarrassed – “It’s just six inches long, hard…”.  “Six? I think it’s more than six inches… Come here!”

~ Eight throbbing inches ~

Kale moved to a deeper section of the Jacuzzi and pulled the guy with him, letting him lie on his own body, face up; Chayton ass, immersed in the bubbling water, rested gently on Kale’s pubes. The Hawaiian hugged the boy from behind and started brushing his nipples, pinching his pecs and tickling his abs; the boy moaned with pleasure and let out a stifled gasp when felt the man’s caring, and yet authoritarian hands slide down to his crotch and take possession of his manhood.

A strong palm curled around his hard dick and another one cupped his balls; stroke after delicious stroke, those hands sent shivers of exquisite pleasure along his spine. When they stopped, a moment before he would give in to his own pleasure, Chayton groaned in frustration. He felt his cock hard like never before.

“Close your eyes” – Kale said softly – “and give me your hands”.  The counselor pulled the boy’s hands on his belly and guided them down to the throbbing cock. Following Kale’s movements, the boy caressed his own cock and balls, but without stroking it. “Don’t look at it, feel it” – Kale said, moving the boy’s open hands along the shaft, from the circumcised glans to the hard base, and then further down to the balls floating in the warm bubbling water.

“Now bend your legs and spread them” – the counselor instructed – “and tilt your hips a bit, as if you were offering your ass to your man”.  The boy, keeping his eyes closed, did as requested, and again Kale took control of his hands. He pulled the left one up to the right nipple and whispered: “Play with it, gently, sensually…”. The boy pinched lightly his own nipple and let out a soft moan, while his hips twitched involuntarily.

Kale pushed Chayton’s right hand down to his cock and used it to press the hard dick against the boy’s belly; and then made the hand slide down, along the shaft. The boy felt his palm sliding along his throbbing glans, then along the shaft hard as steel, and then further down, where he expected to find his balls.

But he realized that, in that position, and due to the additional arousal caused by the delicious nipple play, his balls had retracted and parted, giving to his hand an unobstructed access to the hard cock shaft bulging out from beneath the thin scrotum skin, and even further, to the perineum area, down to the point where the turgid cock finally sank into his body, just a fraction of inch before his anus. Chayton was thrilled: like every male in the world, he was sure to know his body thoroughly, especially his manly attributes, that he had explored so many times since his puberty, but he was wrong. He was convinced that his cock ended to his balls, had no idea that it was much longer than that.

The Hawaiian let go the hands of the boy, who went on pinching his nipple and sliding his open palm several times along his cock, back and forth, starting from the tip and moving all the way down to the puckered hole. “Do you feel it?” – Kale breathed in Chayton’s ear – “This is your manhood, all of this. It’s hard as steel, isn’t it? And it’s huge… it must be eight inches, or even more…”

Chayton felt powerful, manly and sexy; he enjoyed feeling the long hard shaft under his palm and, at the same time, enjoyed feeling his palm brushing over his cock. His hips tilted up and down, as if he was fucking his own palm, and his body shivered with pleasure. His excitement was infectious, and Kale felt his own cock grow and rise under the water.

~ ‘Shove it in!’ ~

Soon the boy felt the man’s manhood throb against his thigh and said, uncertain: “You’re hard, sir…”.  “Of course I am” – Kale replied seductively – “Do you think I’m made of wood? How could I ever stay limp with a young stud in heat, such as you, writhing with pleasure so close to me?”

For a moment, Chayton hesitated, because the house rules would have required him to ask permission to his master, before giving his ass to another senior man. But the bubbling water was so hot… and Kale was so hot… and his own eight inches of hard meat were so hot!

“You want to fuck me, sir…?” – he asked, and his words sounded more like a statement than a question. The boy slid down a couple inches and let Kale’s cock rest in the crack of his ass and went on rolling ant tilting his hips, giving to the hard pole a sensual massage. Kale enjoyed for few moments the exquisite tickling of the boy’s curly anal hair over his engorged cock, but then moved from under him, pushing him down on the underwater seat, and straddled his hips. “I had quite a different idea…” – Kale said, and lowered his ass onto the boy’s rock-hard cock, taking it all with one swift move. Chayton gasped hard, both for the exquisite feeling of Kale’s hole engulfing his manhood and, even more, for the unbelievable sight of one of the most senior men of the Cove impaling himself on his cock!

“Sir… sir… you…” – the boy stuttered, and Kale silenced him smiling wide: “Yes, I.”

The Hawaiian started riding the hard cock, slowly at first, and then ramping up the pace, keeping his hands over Chayton’s chest and taking handfuls of his defined pecs. “Yeah, man…” – Kale growled, tilting back his head – “It feels so good… Aaahh…”

It really felt good, that young cock as rigid as an iron rod sliding in and out of his ass; but Kale exaggerated a bit his moaning, wanting the boy to feel a man, a well-endowed masculine top man.

In order to yield control to him, Kale stopped his ride and stood still, looking down at the boy: “Fuck me, stud… Fuck me hard!”.  Chayton gripped the man’s hips and started shoving his cock up and down, trying to do his best, but Kale sensed that there was something that still prevented the boy to fully unleash his libido: he was restraining himself, still unsure about the whole picture of a boy like him fucking a senior man like Kale…

The counselor pinched harder the boy’s nipples and said in a hoarse voice: “Go for it, man! Take my ass!”, and Chayton increased the pace of his fucking, but still he wasn’t giving all his youthful, hormones-driven body had to give…

“Enough!” – Kale exclaimed after a while, standing up and moving away. He turned around and went near the tub border opposite to Chayton, spread his legs wide and leaned forward, bracing himself to the border. Then turned his head to Chayton, and saw the boy staying still, uncertain about what to do.

Kale flashed at him a lustful glance, tilted his ass, blatantly offering his deepest intimacy to the guy, and said aloud: “Damn, boy! Shove it in!”

Chayton winced and looked at the tanned man, his long legs, the heavy balls dangling between the spread thighs, his muscular buttocks and his almost hairless hole in full display. Suddenly, it was like he’d lost his peripheral vision: all the things in the room vanished one by one, until he could see only Kale’s lower body… and then only the firm mounds of his ass… and then only his puckered hole… his quivering and slightly gaping hole… a hole waiting for a man’s cock…

The boy uttered a low growl that soon became a yell, snapped on his feet, his stiff cock pointing to the mesmerizing hole, that beautiful dark hole desperate to be filled, and threw himself over Kale, impaling him so hard that the man almost lost his balance. “AAAAAYEEAHH!!” – Kale screamed, finally feeling the boy’s ardor – “Yeah! Yeah! Give it to me!! All your fuckin’ eight inches!!”

Chayton felt a change deep inside: he was not any more a timid boy trying to fuck a master, but a man, a powerful and horny man, determined to take that ass, to fill it completely, to ravage it with his massive eight-inch cock until the man would beg for mercy. He pounded that ass like a piledriver, holding Kale’s hips with just one hand, like a seasoned porn actor and enjoying the rhythmical ‘splat! splat!’ sound that echoed in the room every time his wet groin slapped hard the beefy ass cheeks.

“Shit damn, you’re tearing me apart!” – Kale screamed, still exaggerating his comments for Chayton’s benefit, but enjoying every single moment of the furious fuck – “Fill me with your jizz, man!”.  The boy pulled Kale to a standing position, still pounding hard his ass, and reached out to his cock, stroking it hard, while with his other hand he started torturing his nipple. “Cum for me, man!” – Chayton growled into Kale’s ear – “Cum for me and I’ll fill you with my man juice!”

Kale didn’t have to be told twice: in that moment he really felt dominated by that young stud; the boy’s cock was certainly not the size of Barry’s or Beau’s, but his powerful thrusts, his vicious nipple torture and his strong hand flying on his cock were much more than enough for him to hit the roof.

“Here it comes! AAAAHH!!” – the tanned man screamed, when his cock exploded in a powerful orgasm. His scream was immediately echoed by Chayton’s: “Fuck yeah!! NNNGGHH!!” – he yelled, locking his arm around Kale’s hips and smashing his cock with mighty force one last time into the man’s ass. The boy’s cock reached so deep into his hot furnace that Kale could have sworn there were eight inches of hard meat inside him. Or even more.

~ The men are back ~

Kale and Chayton stood still for a moment, catching their breath, and heard slamming doors and agitated voices coming from the living room. Fragments of loud-spoken phrases came to them: “Let’s bring him upstairs!”  “He’s bleeding!”  “Pay attention to the hurting arm!”.

Kale turned to Chayton, alarmed: “Someone’s hurt! Maybe an accident!”. Both the man and the boy jumped out of the water, grabbed a towel and ran to the living room, without caring to get dressed (at the Cove, a naked man was no breaking news). Kale crashed open the gym door, soon followed by Chayton, and… they faced a black young guy that was staring at them wide-eyed. Kale looked at him, surprised, trying to understand who he was, and in the guy’s worried eyes appeared a sudden flash of interest. He was looking intensely at Chayton, literally scanning his naked body with gleaming eyes, and when Kale turned to Chayton, he noticed that the boy, too, was staring at the stranger guy like there was a thick sexual undercurrent between them.

“Ehm… What happened? Who got hurt? And who are you, if you don’t mind asking me so?” – Kale asked, breaking the silent exchange of glances between the boys. “Oh! Sorry!” – the black guy exclaimed, like snapping out of a trance – “I’m LaShawn. The wounded man is my… ehm… master, Jorell”.

“Did he have an accident?” – Kale enquired, but soon added – “No, wait, we’d better get dressed. Go upstairs with your master and we’ll meet you there in a minute”.

In the meantime, the men had brought Jorell to the third floor, to the first empty suite available, and laid him down on the large bed. Few minutes later, Kale entered the crowded room and turned to Barry: “Who’s the man? What happened?”

“A homeless. The name’s Jorell.” – Barry replied – “Apparently, he and his boy LaShawn had been living in the old stable at Rice-Duncan Mansion. They’ve been attacked by a gang of homophobic punks and, in the effort to save his boy, he got a very bad beating. They would have probably killed him, if we hadn’t rescued him. The doctor said he’s not seriously injured, luckily. He just needs to rest and be checked for few days.”

Kale looked at the black man lying on the bed, at his massive muscular frame, at his bulging biceps and his firm abs, and found himself fantasizing about what he could be hide under his jeans…

“He risked his life to save his boy…” – the counselor said to Barry, pensively, and his heart went to the man. “You did well to bring him here. I’m going to call Beau. In the meantime, let’s him breathe, this room is way too crowded”.

He rushed to the attic and in few moments he was back with Beau. All the boys and most of the men had gone away, leaving only Barry and LaShawn to watch the wounded man. He got near the bed and said in a low voice: “Hi Jorell, I’m Kale, how do you feel?”. Jorell opened his eyes, looked at Kale and Beau and gasped with fear. “I… I have to go away!” – he said, trying to get out of the bed. “You’re safe here” – Kale hastened to say – “No harm will come to you from us…”

“I’m not sure of that” – the black man murmured, looking fleetingly at Beau, and again tried to get off the bed. Barry intervened in his own fussy way  and pushed him down to the bed: “I didn’t rescue you to let you go away like this! You heard the doctor’s orders!”

Jorell didn’t reply and lay down again. Barry was right, he and LaShawn owed a lot to those men, he couldn’t sneak out like a thief after what they’d done for him. “Thank you, from me and my boy, for what you’ve done” – he replied to Barry in a contrite tone – “Few men would have been so brave and generous”.

He looked again at Beau and frowned. Kale glanced sideways to Beau, and he had a puzzled expression on his face: he just couldn’t understand why the man was so nervous and afraid of him.

Jorell turned to Kale and asked meekly: “May I stay alone with LaShawn… please? I’m not kicking you out or anything, this is your house, but…”

“Of course” – the counselor replied with a friendly smile – “You have to rest. The boys will soon bring you something to eat. The suite has another room for LaShawn, and there are two bathrooms. If you need anything, just ask”.

~ Painful pleasure ~

When alone, LaShawn helped Jorell to get undressed, and when removed his loose underpants, he looked at his master, silently asking him to allow him to remove the painful, constricting underwear, but the man gravely shook his head and pulled the bed sheets over his almost naked body.

LaShawn sat on the bed and placed his hand on the man’s arm. “Sir… If I may ask… What’s wrong?” – he asked with a tentative tone – “These wonderful men have saved you from those thugs and let us stay in this huge house… It looks like a dream to me…”

Jorell gave to his boy an intense look, full of desperate affection. “There are so many things you don’t know about me, kid… Secrets that I didn’t want to ever reveal to you… But I’m afraid the time has come for me to face my guilty past and pay for my sins. You will soon know who I really am… And I’m scared, my sweet LaShawn, because you won’t look at me with those loving eyes any more… I will lose you, kid, and this is what really breaks my heart…”

“That can’t be!” – LaShawn exclaimed, with passion, holding tight his master’s hand – “I don’t care what you have done before you chose me as your boy! I only know that you’ve been my father, my friend and my master, you cared for me, you protected and fed me like no one ever did in my life. How on earth I could ever stop loving you?”

Jorell pulled the boy on the bed and looked at him with wet eyes. He slowly removed the sling from around his arm, pushed away the bed sheets and raised his legs, exposing his hairy black hole to the boy. “Then love me…” – he breathed – “Love me one last time…”

The boy frowned. “Sir… do you want me… to do that again?” – he asked with trembling voice, thinking back at the violent fuck he had to give to his beloved master that very morning.  “No, kid” – Jorell replied, with a tender tone that made the boy’s heart melt – “This time I need you to show me how much you love me…”

The boy felt a sudden jolt of excitement into his groin and his tight pants strained under the pressure of his growing cock. Jorell had always had a very troubled approach to sex: he only asked for sex when he couldn’t bear any more the punishing abstinence he forced himself to. And when he asked for sex, it never was for pleasure, but just to have a physical, mechanical relief of the pressure building up into his groin. Those were the times when, just like earlier in the morning, LaShawn had to literally fuck the cum out of his master, and the boy hated it.

To make it worse, every time Jorell, after his unpleasant forced orgasm, often whined “You didn’t come…”, which compelled LaShawn to have himself a hasty, weary climax. But despite their troubled sexual intercourses, LaShawn and Jorell loved deeply each other.

And now the boy’s heart was thumping furiously, because this time, this only once, his master had asked him to make love to him! This time the man was letting him express his love the way he always wanted to…

He quickly got naked, revealing his throbbing erection, but he didn’t stroke it; instead, he moved forward, until Jorell’s legs could rest on his shoulders, and then he slid further, to reach the man’s face and threw himself on his lips, locking their mouths in a hungry, passionate kiss.

While their tongues feverishly searched each other, he let his cock rub the man’s spread ass crack, back and forth, but he didn’t penetrate the man. He recoiled a bit and lovingly licked the man’s torso, playing with his nipples, and making him groan. He knew that the torturous knotted underwear his master was wearing was painfully crushing his manhood into the tight confinement. «I have to be quick» – the boy thought, and doubled his efforts. His tongue moved down and sank into the deep creases of the man’s abs, while with his hands he went on titillating his nipples.

Jorell moaned louder, for the painful pleasure his loving boy was causing him. His cock, held tight by the knotted restraint, hurt like hell, but he enjoyed every flick on his nipples, every kiss on his abdomen, every lick of his abs and every rub on his anus.

LaShawn moved further down and sank his face on his master quivering hole, inhaling his musky scent and darting his tongue all around the puckered anal ring. He felt it relax under his lips and pushed his tongue deeper, bathing the man’s hole with his saliva.

It was wonderful for LaShawn to be able to finally worship his master’s body, like he’d been dreaming for a long time, but he knew he could not indulge in doing so for long: despite the pleasure he was giving him, his master was feeling a great pain, too.

~ Humiliated manhood ~

He recoiled and looked at the tight mesh pouch and felt an inner pang of pain, seeing that magnificent manhood humiliated that way. He hesitated, as he knew that Jorell would have complained about what he was going to do, but he didn’t care: this time he really wanted to show to his master how much he loved him!

He licked his middle finger and slowly inserted it in the hairy hole, causing deep groans of pleasure and pain from his master, who pressed hard his head on the pillow and shut his eyes, breathing heavily.

Unseen from the man, he lowered his head on the pouch and licked it thoroughly, poking his wet tongue through the large holes of the knotted net. “No!” – Jorell yelled, snapping out of his sex-induced torpor, but LaShawn ignored him and lapped hungrily the constrained meat, following the long black snake from the base, around the swollen balls and then down toward the anus, where he finally found the turgid circumcised glans strangled into the tight confinement.

How many times the boy had asked, had pleaded his master to remove that punishing pouch! How many times he had dreamed to cut those hatred knotted strings and see the huge, wondrous black cock, finally free, rise in all its glory! How dearly the boy longed to worship that cock, suck it greedily and taking it all up his ass, no matter how painful it could be! But his pleas had always fallen on deaf ears, and his dreams had always been shattered by Jorell’s stern refusal to remove his torturous underwear and put an end to his penance.

With desperate passion, LaShawn kissed, tickled, licked and lapped the few exposed parts of the trapped glans, brushed it with his lips and poked it with the tip of his tongue, without ever stopping to finger-fuck the quivering man’s hole. Jorell groaned loud, tilting his hips back and forth and trying as hard as he could to ignore the pain radiating from his crashed manhood and concentrating on the exquisite pleasure coming from his enflamed cock and his fiery ass.

“Owww… kid… AH! Yeah… yeah… make me cum… I can’t stand it any more… aaahh…” – he groaned, and the boy assaulted his intimacy with even greater passion, shoving hard his finger deep into the man’s ass and wiggling it furiously against his prostate, while his lips and tongue concentrated all his efforts on the little exposed skin of the man’s glans.

LaShawn blindly moved his free hand up on the bed and felt under his palm his master’s big, calloused hand, and held it tight. The sudden feeling of loving intimacy coming from that simple gesture threw Jorell over the edge: “Yeah, kid… I’m there… I… NNNNGGHHH!!!”

The boy felt his hand crushed into his master’s strong grip and shoved his middle finger as deep as he could, to help the man’s prostate painstakingly pump the hot semen through the long compressed cock. He felt the man’s bulge rhythmically pulse against his face.

And then, for the first time since he became Jorell’s boy, LaShawn could finally taste his master’s manly juice.

Pressing hard his lips on the trapped glans, the boy sucked out as hard as he could the sweet semen, following with his head the frantic bucking of the man’s hips. And went on sucking, licking and finger-fucking the man until slowly he relaxed and lowered his legs on the bed.

LaShawn recoiled, happy for having granted, for once, a proper orgasm to his man. Jorell raised his head wet with sweat, and gazed at his boy with an affectionate and contented smile, but when he lowered his eyes to the boy’s dick, still rock hard, he said: “You didn’t cum…”

LaShawn’s smile faded, as that phrase painfully reminded him the impassioned whine that Jorell always uttered after the boy had forcefully fucked him. “Sir… please no…” – LaShawn pleaded – “I don’t need to cum… Don’t spoil this moment, sir, don’t force me to cum…”

~ Hard throbs ~

“Who talked about forcing you?” – Jorell said with a seductive wink, sitting up on the bed and leaning to the kneeling boy – “You don’t have to cum, if you don’t feel to…”. He lowered his head toward the boy’s throbbing cock: “Though somehow I have a feeling that you will feel to…”

When the man’s lips closed around the young black cock, LaShawn let out a feeble squeal and watched in disbelief Jorell’s head slowly find its way to his pubes. Apparently, that was a very special day, one of those days when anything could happen! First they had found a comfortable shelter into those wonderful men’s house, then his master had asked him to make love to him, and now he was sucking him!

All the tension that had built up in him while worshipping his sexy master, coupled with the wet tongue giving to his cock an excruciating massage made him quickly rise to the peak of his pleasure, and he felt his balls tighten up against his groin, ready to shoot their juice.

“This is a dream…” – LaShawn murmured in a sexual daze, tilting back his head and arching his back, feeling his climax about to explode. He held his breath and sank into the overwhelming pleasure. The very moment he reached the highest peak and passed the no-return point, he heard the door opening and Chayton entered, holding a heavy tray overflowing with food.

“Oh, shit! Ahhh…. AAAAGGHH!!!” – LaShawn screamed, unable to repress the shattering orgasm. While his cock pumped jet after jet of cream into his master’s hot mouth, the boy kept his eyes fixated on Chayton, giving him an intense glance full of lust, surprise and mortification for the embarrassing display he was giving of himself.

Chayton froze in the doorway and gasped loud, looking wide-eyed at that beautiful black boy shivering in the ecstasy of the orgasm, at his long cock pulsing and throbbing, at the man’s throat gulping down the copious semen. The scene was so erotic that he had an instant hard-on that made his trousers look like a camping tent.

When the black boy finally relaxed, Chayton looked at him, blushing bright red, and stuttered: “I… I’ve b… brought some food…”.  He hastened to put the tray down on a small table and ran away like the Devil himself was chasing him.

LaShawn stood still for a short while, staring at the empty doorframe and the door left ajar, reliving in his memory what had just happened. He had shamefully cum in front of that guy! That handsome, exotic guy... who was sporting an obvious erection…! LaShawn’s mind was reeling, and he kept staring at the open door, unwilling to let go of the image of the manly Sioux so vividly impressed in his eyes, until he heard Jorell chuckle: “Well, well, well! I can hear from here the unmistakable sound of a young throbbing heart… Or better, two throbbing hearts!”

The boy looked at his master with an embarrassed grin and lied: “No, sir! You are mistaken, I just…”.  “Yeah, yeah, but listen, kid: be careful. We don’t belong to here. Actually, I’m afraid that we’ll have to move away tomorrow morning itself, if not tonight. The tall blond man, Beauregard, in all likelihood, will kick us out very soon…”

“Then, sir…” – LaShawn replied, smiling, thinking that his master was just exaggerating his fears – “…we’d better go eat that delicious food before we get kicked out, shouldn’t we?”.  He didn’t notice that his master had called the blond man by name… 

~ Wahkan’s insight ~

When Wahkan came back home, after being all day out in visit to an old friend, he found Chayton pacing restlessly the room. “Hey, kid!” – he asked, smiling – “Are you going to wear your shoes off? Why are you so restless?”

Chayton replied with a stream of consciousness that puzzled his master: “Oh, sir! They brought here a wounded man… he’s upstairs… but he’s quite fine, I guess, as he was making love to his boy… the name’s LaShawn… the boy I mean… but before that I had been to the spa… and Kale joined me… “

“Hey, hey, kid, calm down…” – Wahkan said in a soothing voice – “Apparently, a lot of things happened while I was away, but let’s start from the most important thing: what is making you so restless?”

“I… I don’t really know, sir” – Chayton said, pensive and uncertain; but then he went closer to Wahkan and said, resolutely: “But you will surely know better than me”. He gazed into the older man’s eyes and placed his hands on his face. Wahkan understood immediately what his boy wanted from him and did the same. Once more, their souls were one, and Wahkan could see deeply into his boy’s heart.

A knowing smile appeared on the man’s face when he saw the hot encounter with Kale, in the spa; and then he looked worried when he knew that an injured man had been rescued at Rice-Duncan Mansion and brought to the Cove along with his boy; his cock twitched, sharing his boy’s youthful lust, when he had a flash of LaShawn lost in a delirious climax in front of Chayton; and then…

“Ah… I see…” – he said with an affectionate smile, lowering his hands and breaking the mind contact. “This LaShawn is a very handsome guy, apparently… He’s a real heart-breaker, I’d say… And seemingly he’d just broken a heart…!”

“I… I…” – Chayton stuttered, blushing. “Shh… It’s OK…” – Wahkan said in a low voice – “I understand. You are afraid to hurt me if you feel… something for this guy, right? But that’s nothing you should worry about: I’m more than happy if you find a mate your age, it has nothing to do with the special bond that ties the two of us”.

Chayton looked visibly relieved. “But don’t rush things. And most of all, remember the golden rule of this house: no sex outside of the Cove. Never. No matter how charming is the guy…”.  Wahkan winked and the boy smiled: “Don’t worry sir, you can trust me”.

“Well…” – the man said, taking a deep breath – “As far as I can see, I’m the only one who still hadn’t the pleasure to meet this mystery man and his gorgeous boy… Maybe I should drop there to say ‘hi’!”.

He left his room and went upstairs; he politely knocked on the door and LaShawn let him in. The boy and the man had finished eating and had enjoyed a shower, judging from the wet hair, the clean look and the towels around their hips. “Hi, I’m Wahkan” – he said extending his hand to the lying man, who shook it. “I’m Jorell, it’s a pleasure, and this is LaShawn”.

“I know” – the Sioux replied with a smile, winking at him – “Chayton is my boy, you know…”

“Did he talk about me?” – the boy asked, thrilled, but soon he lowered his eyes, embarrassed: “Of course he did”. Wahkan laughed: “Don’t worry, kid, that’s nothing he hasn’t already seen and done many times! But how do you feel, Jorell?”

“Not bad, thank you, just a little dizziness every now and then, but that’s probably due to the… uhm… overexertion” – Jorell replied, smiling timidly.

Wahkan looked straight at the man; he didn’t want to force him in a mind contact, but he sensed that there was something wrong with him. No, ‘wrong’ was not the right word… He just had a darkness into his soul, a dull pain, and a deep sense of guilt that made the Sioux feel uneasy. After all they didn’t know anything about this man…

~ Who is Jorell? ~

There was a knock on the door and when LaShawn opened it, Jorell tensed, seeing Kale and Beau in the doorframe. They came in, and Beau tried to sound as friendly as he could, hoping not to scare the man, this time; but the closer he moved, the more agitated Jorell looked.

“I hope you feel better, after a good meal and a shower” – Beau said kindly, and the man, after a pause, took a deep breath and replied: “Listen, I’m really grateful for what you’ve done for me and LaShawn, but now I have to go, I just can’t stay here. I tried to force me, not to take my boy away from what he defines ‘a dream’, but it’s impossible. I really have to go.”

He moved to get off the bed, holding tight the towel around his hips with one hand, but Beau tried to stop him: “Why you say so? You’re welcome here! Let us take care of the two of you, at least until the doctor says you can safely go away… Why are you scared by me? I just want to help you…”

Jorell stared at Beau, puzzled, and then said: “Have I changed that much? Don’t you really recognize me, young sir?”

«Should I know him?» – Beau thought, perplexed. He looked more attentively at the tall black man, at his powerful chest, at his unruly curled hair, but he really didn’t find any resemblance to anyone he knew…

Then suddenly something hit him: «Young sir?» – he thought with surprise – «Why did he addressed me as young sir? Only the service personnel called me that way, long ago, at Applecross House and… at Rice-Duncan Mansion!”

Beau gasped loud, opening his eyes wide and said with chocked voice: “Joe…? Are you… Joe??”. His face became a mask of pure anger: “JOE??” [1]

He furiously threw himself on him and tightened his hands around his throat: “Motherfucker!! I’ll kill you! I’ll finish what those thugs should have done themselves!”

Kale was shocked when he suddenly understood that Jorell was none other than Joe, the former gardener at Rice-Duncan Mansion, the black boy who raped Jordan, few hours before Jordan hung himself in the stable, crushed under the unbearable weight of the pain and the humiliation of being deflowered in such a violent way in front of his master, his lover and the servants.

“You killed Jordan! You killed him!!” – Beau yelled, chocking Jorell. Kale and Wahkan intervened, trying to pull Beau away, but he didn’t release his deadly grip on the man’s throat.

“Don’t kill him, sir!” – LaShawn cried out, holding Beau from behind, but it was more a desperate hug than an attempt to overpower him – “Please sir, I beg you! He’s the only one who ever loved me!!”

Beau was moved by the boy’s ardent plea. He himself knew how shattering was losing the only person who had loved him, and he couldn’t do the same to that kind, loyal boy…

With a visible effort, Beau let go of the man’s neck and stood still, panting, with his eyes closed. When he reopened them, they were filled with tears.

“Don’t stop!” – Jorell said to Beau in a coarse voice – “Go on! Kill me! Put an end to the torture I have to live every given day of my life since that terrible night! I would have done it myself, but I’m too coward… Yes, I’m a coward! Just as much as I was coward that night! I don’t deserve to live… I don’t deserve to live this way!”

LaShawn was aghast, terrified by the perspective to lose Jorell and scared by what he was saying. “Sir… sir, no…” – were the only words he could mutter, falling on his knees beside the bed and bathing his master’s hand with his tears.

“You heard your boy…” – Beau said to Jorell in a grave, restrained angry tone – “I can’t take away from him the only person who loves him. But you did it! You caused the death of the only person who loved me!”

Jorell, lying on the bed, looked up at Beau and couldn’t stifle any more his desperate sobs: “You mourn him dead because you’ve lost him… but at least you had him…”

The man’s last words echoed in the deadly silence that suddenly filled the room.

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 22, ~ Unforgiveable sin ~

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(End of Chapter 38 – Please proceed to Chapter 39)